Should

I am a child who should be happy and carefree.
But I am different and don't dare to be me.

Children laugh and play each day.
But I hide in fear to keep the bullies at bay.

I am a child who should be happy to read.
But from this torture I yearn to be freed.

Children pretend and play make-believe.
But I wish I could run and forever leave.

I am a child who should be happy at home.
But I must be quiet and still like a garden gnome.

Children are happy to be with family.
But I wish to be an orphan so desperately.

I am a child who should have friends.
But I am in isolation with wounds to cleanse.

Children are encouraged and onward spurred.
But I am told to be seen and not heard.

I am a child who should have freedom and trust.
But I feel shame and a whole lot of distrust.

Childrens' ambition and diligence grow.
But I feel guilt, inferior, and full of woe.

I am a child who should develop creativity.
But in despair I stagnate in isolated captivity.

Teenagers search for their identity.
But I found more than one entity.

I am a child who should have been given hope, love, and care.
But I am overflowing with grief, anger and despair.

Adults' lives are filled with friends and family.
But my life is filled with loneliness and apathy.